Then, having first glanced up for permission, I dived to the floor and lapped at the carpet, sucking and feeding hungrily on that tiny amount of man fluid, water and salt and soul essence. 'When it hits the carpet,' he said, grinning. and carefully, with a featherlight touch.Ī drop of precum spilled out of his slit, and dripped downwards. I longed to get my lips on that ledge, to move my tongue around it, to navigate it slowly. Large, purple and heavily ridged around the base.
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I nodded, smiling as I caught full sight of his cockhead for the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off him, not now. I swallowed, hard, my throat suddenly dry as I watched his hands slowly unbutton his jeans and reach in. 'Your pheromones are strong,' I said, somewhat weakly. his man smell, something on the tip of the tongue, something not quite there. I could smell him, hot and strong, an aura like a thick warm blanket. I was face to face with that bulge, that smooth swelling that offered me much and had been in my mind forever and a day. He was above me now, and somehow I'd got myself into a kneeling position though I couldn't recall moving. The only noise, his deep sigh as he fingered the line of his dick. His hand moved down, to rub gently against where the tip could be seen. I could see the mushroom head, the shaft of his thick prick through the pale cream material. 'Because,' he said, taking a long drag on the joint, then passing it over to me our hands, our fingers, brushed against each other, 'I know you'll appreciate what you can see through my jeans if you happen to look right now.' I took the joint and looked. I was losing myself somewhere deep inside his soul, warm and wet and amazing, when he spoke and jolted me back to earth so hard it gave me a jolt. There was silence for a time, as we both fixed our eyes on each other and stared through nothing. 'You should know I do everything good,' he muttered. 'You roll good joints,' I said, exhaling the smoke. I sucked on the joint and passed it on to him.
I looked lower, my gaze falling on his wide necked sweatshirt top, the ridge of the sternum bone and the smooth neckline. Here was this fucking wide boy kid, a slip of a man at nineteen, making a fool out of me. The intelligence gleamed therein, and it was that which turned me on more than anything. His eyes were like big saucers, all wide and wet and bright. I felt my dick, hard in my pants, and cursed myself. He had been less than fair on many occasions, making a point of cockteasing me and loving the idea that he could get me wet just by his being around me. I had always wondered if Alex really knew what he wanted from life, sexually I mean, but had never pushed the issue for fear of losing his friendship. We'd been friends for a long time, him being straight as a die and me being gay. For my part, the sight was wonderful, arousing. He knew full well that his crotch was at my eye level indeed, he revelled in his teasing, spreading his legs wide and thrusting his hips forward in a pretence of getting more comfortable. My friend Alex sat in front of me on the sofa, whilst I reclined lazily on the bean bag.